A blog by a basset hound named Ernest puppy who is making the lives of two people in Seattle very happy and one day hopes to run for public office.

Monday, October 20, 2008

My TH mom is in Iceland again. I have no idea why anyone would want to go there. I guess she's in the process of buying it or something.

Actually, she's there to give a talk about stuff that is not of great interest to bassets.

In any case, my nmom is taking care of me and honestly, not doing a very good job as all will in the 98105 has not been bent to my needs.

Yesterday I took my grandmere to a nursery up in a different area code. It was fun. Today I spent the day at home, but still went on four walks. Its boring now because it gets dark so early, so I am pretty much ready for bed at 7:30 pm. Nmom likes this because she says she can do things without my assistance.

TH mom usually walks me at lunch time and now my nmom has to do this. She finally met the construction worker whose sandwich I try to steal every day. We took my walk too late and he was done with his sandwich. He could have at least left me the crustables.

Tomorrow is supposed to be nice and dry. I hope Nmom takes me for a super long walk in the morning. Maybe even going to the dog park! A guy can only dream.

Speaking of dreaming. I have finally finished all my kibbleables and water and now its time for me to hit the sack for good.

Ernest, You have real reason to be concerned. My mom has friends from Iceland and they filled me in on the inside scoop. It is clear, your TH mom is communing with fairies who live in the rocks. It's not impossible to compete against fairies who live in rocks, but you should probably start training now. It's a far bigger race than the US Presidency, but at least it doesn't require you to get pregnant at a young age.

About Me

I am a recovering scientist with a love of a basset hound named Ernest the puppy. I spend too much time worrying about things out of my control, startup marketing, where the next snails may be found in the garden and the state of my fair city.
Ernest spends his time wondering about sheep, where his next biscuit is coming from and if he'll ever get to run for president again.
My instagram - @nazilam
My twitter - @floraandflying
My views are entirely my own and really should be taken with a grain of salt or even a huge block.
We're both a lot of fun.